I'm going back this year for the Taos Wool Festival, even though (due to previous engagements) I'll miss the Festival itself. I'm ok with that, because I discovered the Great Basin Fiber Arts Fair not too far from me. I'll go to that with my sister to get my vendor/color/touching everything fix and take a one and a half day spinning workshop (cleverly titled "Yes, You Can Spin!" so as to give confidence to someone who kind of spun once on a drop spindle, and very badly) in Taos.
I'm really really excited. I've always been secretly fascinated by spinning wheels and wanted to know how they worked, and now I feel this drive toward learning everything I can about textiles and fibers and how it all goes together. There is a very real chance that a spinning wheel is in my not-so-distant future...especially if this keeps feeling like learning to felt last year: familiar. Unnervingly familiar. I remember fulling my felt, my arms and shoulders and back starting to ache, and suddenly realizing that it didn't feel like something I was doing for the first time; it felt like something I'd somehow always known but forgotten. If I show an aptitude for spinning, I have to Do Something with it somehow.
A smaller excitement is staying here and driving through that beautiful country.
